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Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. I feel a little bad about following up GOOOOOOOOOO away! with an HHD of soccer players, but I don’t think Sean waits breathlessly for HHD anyway. Sorry this is late, but I was at a work function last night until pretty late. This was going through my head (NSFW unless you have headphones).
I am not following the World Cup games; I just know there was some smack talk about this guy on Faceplant.

But even if I’m not following, I’m still going to cheer for the U.S.A.
Former USA team member Alexi Lalas, so Carin has a redhead.
Clint Dempsey
Graham Zusi
Matt Besler
Last but not least, Carlos Boconegra
That will do, I think, for a good round of heckling. Thank you for your attention, and y’all have a good day.

I have no idea what she wants tattooed on her. I try not to encourage the idea by conversing overlong. I think last time I told her that getting a tattoo would be symbolic death of her old self and would thus free me to remarry without violating canon law.

One of my coworkers just got some mess on her arm. It’s all on her bi/tri upper arm. It’s all has DEEP meaning, of course. A huge lighthouse, and a compass pointing West (because she named her son Weston).

Shit, people, maybe if you’d paid attention in those literature classes you’d have more ability in subtlety and symbolism.

I’ve tried to explain to my kids that the way to be unique -today- is to be tattoo-less.

it appears, to me, that kids today have decided that instead of actually becoming interesting people, they will simply wear stuff all over their body to give off the veneer that they have “deep thoughts’ with all the symbolism covering their body.

The first time I ever saw a tatoo on a woman it was on a stripper in ’79. It was a very small rose around the area of her shoulder blade. The second through two hundredth times I saw tatoos on women they were either strippers or biker’s bitches. So tatoos on women are a heavy cultural marker for me. I know they’re common as ticks on a dog now but I’ve told both of my daughters that if they get a tatoo, to let me go to my grave without knowing about it.

I’ve seen some tattooed sleeves that look nice, complimentary really. Not a fan of tattoos on general principals. My grandpa had a couple of naked ladies on his arms that I found pretty fascinating when I was a lad. He was in the Merchant Marines during WWII.

One girl at the gym got a black band around her shoulder. I mean, it may stand for a lost loved one or something … but it looks horrible.

Another got a small cross on her wrist- but on the underside, so it’s not very noticeable because you usually see the back of one’s wrist hand. It’s to remind her of Jesus, and she got it after a rather difficult time in her life.

When I visited Florida, I met two men who were working on my houses. John and Mehto (from Albania). Both were what are conventionally labeled with derogatory terms like redneck and white trash. Both were competent hard working people. They probably had tattoos, speak like Larry the cable guy and their grammar would make Hotspur squirm. They were not sophisticated high thinking people like Pajama Boy and Sandra Fluke.
I would proudly associate with these two men anyday over the liberal urban assholes who drink fair trade organic half caff chai soy latte.

When I was in ROTC at our advanced camp I saw a lot of guys with P/R branded on their shoulders. P/R is for Pershing Rifles which I think is a sort of military fraternity down south. They were mostly of the AA descent and the brands formed hypertrophic keloid scars. Charming look.

>>IRS officials should be required to have all their e-mail tattooed on their bodies. No more excuses about lost documents.

heh. Reminds me of my old suggestion that if lawmakers want to add earmarks to a bill, they should be required to cut off an ear and staple it to the bill.
With a lifetime cap of two, we won’t see too many earmarks around.

And the lawmakers will have a legitimate excuse when voters complain that their representatives don’t listen to them.

If you hit the “accept”, “maybe” or “no” button that is the Invite on the e-male, it will then give you access to see who’s accepted and whatnot, assuming that those peeps also pushed the button.
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Too complicated. I need one slide, 3 bullet points.

Hotspurt, if I want to drill a 7/16 or 1/2 inch hole through stucco to pass a cable into an interior garage wall, do I need to drill a pilot hole first or just use a final sized masonry bit in one shot?

Comment by George Orwell on June 25, 2014 1:39 pm
Hotspurt, if I want to drill a 7/16 or 1/2 inch hole through stucco to pass a cable into an interior garage wall, do I need to drill a pilot hole first or just use a final sized masonry bit in one shot?
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Aim for a water line, or better yet, an electrical cable.

The White House twice misspelled the name of President Ronald Reagan in an email this evening to reporters. The email was of the president’s schedule for tomorrow.

The email, coming from the office of the press secretary, said, “Later in the evening, the President will deliver remarks at the League of Conservation Voters Capital Dinner at the Ronald Regan Building and International Trade Center. This event is open to pre-credentialed media.”

Sharpys don’t lock, they have a detent that holds the blade open and closed. Also, when using it, your hand holds the rear of the blade down and keeps it from closing. It was designed for the areas with knife restrictions. Blade is under 3″, non locking, etc. Popular in England and Germany, and New York.

Minnesota’s governor recently approved a bill to rename a highly invasive species called ”Asian carp” because the name was deemed offensive to the Asian community. The fish, which have been threatening the ecosystem of the Great Lakes, will now be known as “invasive carp.”

The species’ original name was due to the fact that they were from Asia, having been imported into the U.S. in the 1970s…

Democratic senator John Hoffman was responsible for sponsoring the bill. “Caucasians brought them to America,” he told the Star Tribune. ”Should we call them ‘Caucasian carp?’ They have names. Let’s call them what they are.”

He has “a guy” who might could bid on giving us some pricing for some shirts that I want to have done. I’m thinking on having them read something like this, but if anyone has a better idear then toss it out now:

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The H2
Tempe In The Sun (with the first letter of each of the four words in bold)
September 2014
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There’s a total twinkie in my class that is flirting with the professor and basically wearing no clothes to class. She laughs at all his stupid chem jokes like she’s Marilyn Monroe doing the sexy-breathy giggle thing.

I almost mocked her from the back of the class again but decided to leave it alone, again. Old guys teaching Summer school have needs too.

Damn, I am addicted to this site. I can’t quit until I have finished all 126 pages. I am on page 33.
So much more to explore and despair.
I really really hope that this bullshit is less than 1% of American youth. If it is more, I am not raising my kids here.

My older brother worked his way through college by working for a metal fabrication outfit. They frequently had to ride in a crew cab to the location where they were building something. One of the hands was a doper who didn’t bathe more than once per season or so. The other three guys on the crew, including my brother took him to a car wash and two of them held him down and the third one hit him for about 5 minutes with a high presure soap spray. Including in the face and neck. Because he was wet they made him finish the trip in the back of the pickup. The guy didn’t come back the next day.

Our dishwasher is officially dead. Having to wash by hand in the sink. Water heater is on its last legs. Discover card got hacked for online purchases. Dan gives MaryAnn her meds in cream cheese, hero. I give her meds in cream cheese, now she runs away and hides when she sees me. Same exact meds.

Conference all week here in town, so I’m sort of playing hostess since it’s my turf. Best part: sitting down at one of the tables in the exhibit hall, where basically one person after another came up to talk to me. It was almost like holding court, and I felt like a queen. Worst part: I missed the conference last year. Apparently I looked like crap at the 2012 conference in Tampa (waves at MJ), so when I missed 2013, more than one person assumed I’d died. Fuck.

Mare’s Musings

February 18, 2018

I’ll tell you, I had to turn the Olympics off last night. The gay overload with the gay flags and gayness and the gay skier and the all about gay was too much for me. How does being gay have ANYTHING to do with skiing unless you’re purposefully landing on a pole?